little |
thebottoms of mypants are wetto shredsfrom walking roundthis rainy city
and thequality ofwhat i see iseasily de-scribed asvery pretty
butwhat i see iswhat i think butwhat i think isn't what i know cau...
Posted by Julia Massey on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 04:42:00 PST |
the voice of a squall |
i made a small wishon a soft spiderwebi thought it might catch all my dreamsbut when the wind blewit away the next dayi felt my hope rip at the seams
when makers of wisdomforget their own creedwe ofte...
Posted by Julia Massey on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 04:38:00 PST |
easy |
you wear your hair in front of your eyescause you can't decideif you actually likewhat the world's showing youwhat the world's showing you
but, believe me, it's as easy as it seems &n...
Posted by Julia Massey on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 02:09:00 PST |
homemade hot air balloon |
i thought we were happyi thought we were happybut the fire in between the coalswe kept on stoakinwouldn't last forever,but what lasts forever?when the rain brought on the ash and smokei felt my lungs ...
Posted by Julia Massey on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 09:25:00 PST |
soaked through matches |
i watched the windas it picked up the ravenwhile low breezes carried me homeand that for sale signall but rusted awaycause you can't buy what's never been ownedand i thought to the crow:keep your wing...
Posted by Julia Massey on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 12:11:00 PST |
Catherine |
Your light, blonde hair Could never see the sun again And your long, long legs Could never get out of bed But I know you've always been better at playing dead That believing you are You showed me that...
Posted by Julia Massey on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 07:11:00 PST |
emily |
you can write all the wordsswimmin in your headand you can write them on your favorite paperwith your favorite penand at the end of the day, you can show your dearest friendscause you're afraid you'll...
Posted by Julia Massey on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 02:23:00 PST |
the sarah kostin song |
there is a young librarian who cruises down the street in her yellow bike under sunny skies and pedals that smile at her feet but i can't decide if she's bold or if she's shy~ cause i know her heart'...
Posted by Julia Massey on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 08:59:00 PST |
black holes |
einstein had a thought:what if time forgotthat it ever started,ever stoppedthe nature of our paths is that there are notwo alikeuntil we see the place where theyconnectand that's where spacetime sees ...
Posted by Julia Massey on Fri, 16 May 2008 09:41:00 PST |
the songs of ancestors |
after a series of failed attempts at creating the perfect plot to a story, i settled for what became the following poem, yet again, and i'm working on getting these song-poems on video so that you act...
Posted by Julia Massey on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 09:38:00 PST |
